Because it's a secret

Prologue
Why as humans, we're always craving for the truth? Isn’t it true that sometimes beautiful lies are better than the ugly truth? I thought I’ve learnt this phrase when I was in high school, but why are we still craving for the truth? Somehow, I have a bad feeling about this.

Speaking the truth is difficult. People hide it for various reasons. And the more you try to hide it, the more others try to open that door without knowing what is waiting for them there. And then they regret it. Why didn’t they just keep quiet? Dear persons hide the truth. That is trying not to hurt their loved ones, is a form of love.

A thin boundary
What to do when people ask you stuff? Easy, either you tell or you don’t.

Why do people tell?
Because it’s a necessity; eh, what time will the postponed class start?
Because it’s called concern and respect; excuse me, where’s the nearest washroom?
Because it’s interpersonal matters; where are you from?
Because that is trust; why are you crying?

So why don’t people tell?
Because it’s meant to promote independency; Prof, why does this graph different from the other?
Because it sounds matter-of- fact; so this means that she’s your ex-boyfriend’s girlfriend?
Because they don’t hold authority; why must death invites her first?
Because it’s supposed to be a secret

So we asked and get replies, some asked and never be told. If it’s secret and trust, there is a difference between caring and prying, a thin one. Some can’t even tell.

Care or pry, which one is you?

Epilogue
Nonetheless, people try to expose those secrets.
And then they regret it.
Why can’t they just keep quiet?
And let things be?
Or at least don’t rush to open the door, for it will be unlocked eventually, appropriately when the right time comes.

There are some things that are better left unexplained.

Himitsu dakara

*because it's a secret*

PS: Laylat al-Qadr is His secret, no defy